A/N: Call me impatient, but I really wanted to do something. *whines* And so, the result of wanting to do something-!

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Thanks to the three who sent me there OC's, I hope how I did them was fine, and everything is just beginning- though I have to say Baako is awesome :3

Right!

I may be insane, but of course all the best people are. FUFUFUFUFUFUFUFU-!

And the Disclaimer that was missing in the Prologue and the 1st Chapter:

I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers, only the story line and some of the OC characters.


Chapter 2: The Other Three.

Antonio

As mi amigos and I walked back to the Lovi, Feli and Gilbert's brother- Ludwig.

"Ohonhonhon, It's only a matter of time before mademoiselle Vivaldi and I will meet again!" declared Francis- probably smirking at the thought of the furiously flustered British teen.

"I can't help but think- señorita Ysabela is very familiar." I mused loudly.

"Oi! Bastard- who were those belles?" Lovi called out- I put on a bright smile.

"Not to worry Lovi-chan! I'll always love you most!"

"STAY AWAY-!" He snapped.

"Ve~ Fratello!" Feli cried. "Big Brother Spain! I remember seeing her in Barcelona ve~"

"Ohonhonhon, she must have fallen in love with you then and followed you here Toni!" laughed Francis.

"Kesesesesese-"

"Come on all of you- let us be mature about this matters!" snapped Ludwig.

About what Feliciano said- I did see her in Barcelona- but not that time he spoke about- I saw her in Madrid too- once, her eyes meeting mines from a top the balcony.


Vivaldi

Us and Our friends have entered the limo and had sat down when Ysabela's sister- Ileana We believe spoke suddenly.

"Um, Ate- you said Vivaldi was a flirt." Ysabela laughed nervously and We leant back on Our seat sighing.

"Your sister is right about Us, We can be a flirt if We wish so, We were just taken by surprised because of that Frenchmen." We hissed lightly.

"…Uh, I know it isn't my place- but how did you end up at the Academy, Vivaldi?" Ileana asked me. We eyed her- Our gaze turning to Ysabela who nodded slightly.

"We murdered Our father- because he murdered Our mother and brothers." We say.

"Oh…" Ileana looked surprised- her eyes flickered to Venetia curiously.

"So, do you know who's coming from the Canadian and Egyptian branches?" Venetia asked, ignoring the looks Ileana threw at her.

From what I knew- Venetia entered the school at a very very young age.

She was a child psychopath.

But she didn't know it herself.

Even if it was her fault her brother was an inch away from death.

"We are not sure- but Europe did mention about a few possibilities." We shrugged.

"…So when we get some time off…want to go to Milkshake City?" Ysabela asked eagerly.

We facepalmed.

"You are taking this 'love' to far Ysabela." We said.

"Right! But do we have duty..?"

"Well…We do." We gestured to ourselves.

"It's real hard to understand what you mean when you speak like that." Ysabela deadpanned. We shrugged once more.

"I could stop talking like that you know." We pointed out.

"But- awhile ago-" Ysabela waved her arms.

"That was because of panic." We stated.

"I give." She groaned.

We laughed in amusement-

"Miss Knowles, were here." the driver said, before he stepped out and opened the door for us to come out. Us and Our friends stepped out.

"…I still think the Australian branch is better." Venetia commented.

"That's because you have koalas leaving in the school." Ysabela rolled her eyes.

It was true- you'd find koalas everywhere in the school grounds of the Australian branch.

We have been there.

"Europe told Us to bring you all to her in her piano room." We say. Ysabela nodded- Venetia smiled and Ileana looked nervous.

If We are correct- Ysabela and Venetia had both already seen Europe but never met her.

"Europe is really nice," We assured the youngest. Ileana gave Us a tiny smile- and Our friends and Us reached the piano room.

We knocked thrice.

"Come in." Europe's distinctive British accent called.

Europe was sitting at the piano, her long dusty blonde hair went down in curls. She looked up- her blue eyes gleaming beautifully.

"It is a pleasure to meet you- I am Europe." Europe tilted her head to the side as she stood. She was dressed in black slacks, a black tube top with a dark blue sheer blouse over it followed by dark blue stilettos.

"I will not brief you until the arrival of the other 3 girls, and they will arrive tomorrow evening at the latest- if they don't come then I will brief you and will leave you to help the others catch up." Europe said, tracing a hand on top of her piano, We then noticed

"Haliya, Hanan, Mokoi you three are dismissed." Europe's eyes flickered to Us. "Morrigan, stay." We nod. Ysabela, Ileana and Venetia walked away but not before Ysabela whispered to meet up at the Inner Japan Garden.

"Morrigan, I kept you back because you must know you'll be graduating from this Academy soon." We nodded stiffly. Europe's eyes flickered towards the large window. "Also…you'll be heading this mission before preparing for the graduation." Europe's gaze returned to Us. "I think that is all you must know- also-" She throws 3 folders to Us.

"Those are the files of who are coming- Baako Kalu from Egypt, Samantha Cobalt and Hazen Nyx, familiar with them?" She asked me, leaning against her hand.

"…We know Baako Kalu because of Ysabela who has met her - both are highly fond of knives." We flip through the folders. "We believe at one point, Samantha Cobalt, Hazen Nyx, Venetia and Ysabela messed with America…"

"Ah right." Europe nodded. "Anyways, your dismissed Morrigan- until tomorrow."


Venetia

That next day, Vivaldi kicked me out and told me that-

"We have received messages that Baako, Samantha and Hazen are arriving, now shoo."

Ysabela came with me, insisting she wanted to come to greet Baako.

Ysabela was dressed in a black v neck shirt with a white unbuttoned v neck cardigan- the shirt by the way having the words: 'Keep Calm And Pillage A Village' with a viking helmet topping it, she wore white capri and knee length stiletto tan viking boots. I dressed in a dark brown elbow length top with the words: 'Keep Ca-…Why Is The Rum Gone?' with the jolly roger topping it, a black and white striped cardigan, metallic brown jeans tucked into knee length stiletto dark brown pirate boots.

We grinned in unison before heading out and slid inside the car prepared for us.

As soon as we got to Heathrow we stood there at the same spot Vivaldi had stood.

"Ysabela, since when were you wearing that Viking hat?" I turned to look at my friend who gave a cheeky grin.

"It matches my outfit- you want?" She gestured to the pirate hat.

I stared at her strangely.

Sigh.

"Give me that." I snatch the hat and put it on my head as Ysabela beamed brightly.

"Ysa? Venetia? What are you doing?" asked a bemused looking Baako. Her eyes were a pretty blue shade, her hair was dark brown like chocolate that twisted perfectly- for a person who lived in Africa for nearly her entire life her skin was the perfect balance of a light complexion and dark. Baako had on a blue varsity jacket, followed by a plain white tee- and even if it was quite cold, she wore matching royal blue shorts, knee high socks then her vans, and of course her signature beaded bracelet.

"Expressing love for Pirates and Vikings." Ysabela smirked. Baako's lip twitched upwards.

"Look what I got you Ysa." Baako handed her a black chain bracelet. Ysabela beamed accepting the bracelet.

"Ohhhh, this looks familiar," Ysabela's face darkened. "Baako-chi, you didn't happen to steal this did you?" Baako fluttered her eyes inoccently.

"Woman, I recognize this bracelet…this belongs to Harry Styles- WHAT THE FUDGERS?"

"I couldn't resist! And he was right beside me!" protested Baako.

"Fork it over-"

"But I-"

"FORK IT OVER."

I snickered as Baako handed Ysabela four more items.

One happened to be a large angry birds stuff toy.

Now how the hell did she hide that?

SHE WASN'T CARRYING A BAG.

Baako after all got into the Academy because she was stealing jewelries from the tourists back in Egypt, and maybe she had stole some stuff from the merchants too so she was skilled.

But really.

The stuff toy was bigger than our heads combined.

"Oiiii! Bela! Koko! Vena!" We all looked up to see another familiar figure practically skip over to us.

"Hazen!" I grin waving.

Hazen had brown hair with silver highlights running through her locks, her skin was pale but not in that sickly way that must have been the cause of being assigned to Russia, her red orange eyes were amber like under the light. She wore a white hoodie that had splashes of paint which I knew once belonged to the certain resident artist-

Cue sneaky look to Ysabela who answered me with a:

"Question Mark?"

No I'm really serious, she does say that.

One time, the teacher called her and she was: "Question Mark?" and the teacher said: "No, Exclamation Point."

Anyways, back to Hazen.

I was almost certain she wore a white tank top under that, then dark colored skinny jeans that ribbons on the lower leg followed by ankle length combat boots. Resting against her collarbone was the pretty green dragonfly necklace.

Baako tried to steal it once.

They didn't talk for straight for a few months.

But that changed.

Why?

Hazen had asked Baako how the people of Ancient Egypt used the bathrooms.

Yup.

Brava Hazen.

Baako had a fit that day, she fell to the floor, laughed all afternoon and got the hiccups.

"Helloooo! Venetia!" A girl waved a hand in front of my face. I blinked.

"Uwaaahhh! Sammy!" I huggle the girl.

"L- let go!" She squeaked. Said girl i was hugging had messy dirty blonde hair, and startling sterling gray eyes that really stand out- she was sort of chubby but that made her all the more adorable. She always wore her cowboy hat and boots, followed by a plain tee and some jeans.

"Awww, I haven't seen you in awhile Sammy."

"I have a cat named Sammy."

"No one cares Bela." Hazen grinned.

"Fudge you, you know I hate being called Bela- I mean Bella Swan is such a-"

Insert rant about how Bella is apparently not worthy of the name Isabella.

"…Hey Sammy?"

"Yeah Venetia?" Sammy looks at me with a smile.

"…May I rape you?"

"WHAT?" Her jaw drops. "NEIN!"

"I was just kidding-"

Tries to poke.

Hides behind Ysabela.

Receives Ysabela's death glare.

Through all of this Baako happened to borrow some stuff.

Like that extremely expensive looking watch.

Life.

End of Chapter 2: The Other Three.


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